The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Yes, you are in this evil toilet, it really stinks."

A red and black finger of death, Archimonde's signature move once again appeared in front of Arthas.

However, it is different from the normal state where I didn't dare to block it head-on.

"hehe."

With a sneer, he chopped Frostmourne from top to bottom in his hand.

Swish, the sword split into two halves.

Crack, the two halves of the evil energy were frozen by the cold air.

"Lich King, you have no idea what the power of the Legion is."

With one sound, the earth trembled and the sound waves swept across the sky.

The sturdy arms tore the space near the Sunwell from left to right and from right to left.

A scarlet world, a world filled with fel energy. A land changed by fel energy appeared before Arthas' eyes.

"Well, you don't even dare to discuss your own power with me in detail."

In a word, Arthas did not swing his sword, but streaks of icy sword energy, along with the biting cold, pierced through the demons that were trying to come to Azeroth.

As soon as you take a step out of the Demon's Gate, the deadly frost sword energy will stop the daring demon and make him pay the price of death.

Even if death can make these demons return to the twisting void... useless demons should become fel energy.

Every moment, countless demons die, and it is a competitive race for rebirth.

"my power?"

In response to the provocative words, Archimonde sneered and said, "Haha, watch out."

"Allowing the Legion to have a foothold in Azeroth with the Sunwell is a sign of your overconfidence."

He knew clearly that fighting alone was the stupidest and most laborious way of fighting.

In the world of Azeroth, besides the rebels in front of us... the traitors, the Lich King, there are other powerful ones.

Summoning more demons here is the right way for the Burning Legion to avoid using Sargeras as its trump card.

"Lich King, it starts with you."

Pointing to the emerald Sunwell, Archimonde said: "I will make you the first powerful sacrifice of the Legion when it returns to Azeroth!"

Gulp! A beam of fel energy burst out from the boiling well of fel energy, reaching high into the sky.

At this moment, the Quel'dorei, who were wondering why the Scourge was not attacking, all turned to look at the holy land in the north.

"No no no... No! The Sunwell has been occupied by those undead monsters!!"

Many Quel'dorei exclaimed in disbelief.

Even in the Eversong Forest, near a high elf castle base where heroic units gathered.

The heroes who were researching ways to break the formation, and the remnants of the Travelers who were assisting in breaking the formation... the heroes all felt something was not going well.

In particular, the elf heroes and mage heroes among the heroes are more sensitive to changes in the Sunwell and the Azeroth Magic Network.

"Demons (Fel Energy), Sunwell (Magic Web), the Burning Legion is coming so soon?!"

At the same time, the well water filled with evil power eagerly rushed towards the magnificent buildings that were not completely intact around it, instinctively destroying them with all its might.

"Feel the glory, Lich King!"

Archimonde shot out another finger of death and said, "This is the best reply from the Legion for your help to the Legion."

"The Burning Legion, after thousands of years, has returned to Azeroth."

"Come on, Hellfire, let this world burn!"

Tear! The peaceful sky was torn apart by this evil energy beam, forming a huge hole.

Fireballs burning with evil flames roared and fell from the sky.

"Come on, Doomsday Guard, bring doomsday to this world!"

Tear, one demon gate after another tears through space.

"Sir, we will bring destruction to them!"

Tall and strong demons with bat wings, the Doomguards, stepped out from among them and shouted loudly in response to Archimonde's call.

"Come on, Fear Guardians, everything in this world will be swallowed by fear!"

A demon similar to the Doomsday Guard walked out of the quickly opened Demon Gate on the other side, roaring loudly.

Before this, Arthas had tried to close the demon gate in the sky, but he was not skilled enough.

No, he is not strong enough. Absolutely powerful force can help him accomplish everything...

Excluding the distracting thoughts that had spontaneously popped up in his mind ever since he put on the Crown of Domination, Arthas's eyes were shining particularly brightly.

Pointing his sword to the sky, he said coldly: "Sylvanas, summon our army."

Before he could say anything, Arthas had already taken on Archimonde's repeated harassment and occasional bursts of power.

He tried to kill with all his strength, but the demon corpses on the ground told him that individual strength was far from enough.

"Yes, my lord."

Receiving the power of death generously given by Arthas, Sylvanas simply bowed slightly towards his position.

The doors of death opened one after another, and the undead Scourge from Northrend and the Eastern Kingdoms officially entered.

"Brothers and sisters, for Lordaeron, kill!"

With the King's personal death knights, Falric and Marwyn sat on death charge horses.

At the same time, they swung their swords, led a team, and charged in a different direction.

"Come on, Lord of the Abyss, let these humble dead see the true power!"

"Lord Archimonde, we will let them know the price of betrayal!"

"Follow me for the Burning Legion!"

The Abyss Lords, led by Mannoroth, used their huge bodies and fierce blades.

With earth-shaking steps, they launched a counterattack against the undead who were reckless.

Even the Death Knights were nothing more than ignorant undead in their eyes.

Moreover, now that there are such a large number of powerful Burning Legion warriors appearing, it can be seen that some existence has exerted its strength.

"vomit!"

"Kill!"

"For the Lich King!"

There are countless abominable stitched monsters, several flesh puppets, and one crypt lord after another.

They were led by Anub'arak, and used their bodies, which were not too big or comparable to those of the Abyss Lords, to block the Abyss Demons.

"Big bug, you have quite a bit of strength."

"Demon, I will tear your shell apart!"

The iron giant blade and the flesh giant blade clashed, and Mannoroth and Anub'arak were temporarily evenly matched.

"Roar!"

"Ow!"

"Undead, die!"

"Lowlife, I will destroy you!"

The battle of the huge "monster" is about to break out, and the battle between the army and the air force is also about to break out.

Seen from the air, once the two opposing armies came into contact, the blood of the undead and demons spread all over the island.

The Death Knight led a team of ghouls to devour the Doomguard, and the Doomguard swung its blade and killed the Death Knight.

Ghosts surround the demons, controlling them to swing their swords at the surrounding demons, attacking their souls and causing the demons to scream in pain and madness.

With a wave of their hands, Shivalar and the Eredar demons used fel energy to pollute the ghosts and kill a large number of ghosts with one move.

……

"Lich King, your army is losing ground!"

Archimonde sneered as he retracted his fist and used the fel energy to protect his body from the slash.

"Your proud servants are no match for the brave warriors of the Burning Legion!"

Facing the Burning Legion whose numbers were no less than its own, even the Frost Dragon would find it difficult to gain an absolute advantage.

The magic mecha, the strong flying demons, and the powerful frost dragons are so "small" and powerless in front of them.

Moreover, during this period, flesh and blood colossi and tall undead giants made of ice giants did not appear.

Under the command of the Lich King Arthas Menethil, the current undead army is all the military force he can mobilize.

"so what?"

Holding the sword and slashing back, Arthas said coldly: "If I kill you, I can kill them just as easily!"

"Hmm hahaha!"

"Do you think there is only one Burning Legion as strong as me?"

"Kil'jaeden?"

"Yes……"

Archimonde smiled and took the challenge. He glanced at the blood-spurting "slaughterhouse" battlefield and said, "They are not there."

"Without their resistance, do you think you can defend your country by obtaining the so-called power of the Lich King?"

"Look at her, the woman you cherish can hardly protect herself!"

Seeing Sylvanas surrounded by a group of legendary demons, Arthas slashed with his sword again.

"Your Burning Legion, are you such a powerful army?"

Blocking again, Archimonde took a step back and said, "In front of the Burning Legion."

"Submit or perish!"

"Oh, then you will also be buried with him!"

……

"Your Majesty Anasterian, how could the Sunwell be here?"

"Go and appease the people first, and quickly gather all the capable soldiers of our Quel'dorei!"

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

As the heralds around him left one by one, Anasteria looked at the image of the "holy land" in front of him, his whole body trembling.

"Oh, what can I do now?"

"This is a war, a war between the undead and demons, but I feel so powerless."

Sitting exhausted on the chair, Anasteria held his head with one hand... and drew out the Flame Strike from his waist.

"In that case, even if I die, I will try my best to bite off a piece of your flesh!"

……

"Kill her...ah!"

"You want to kill me? You really overestimate your own abilities!"

Dancing with her double blades, Sylvanas was covered in demon blood.

He chopped off several demon heads with a few swords and leaped out of a demon encirclement.

And when she landed, she stepped on the mixed corpses of demons and undead.

Around her, there were no struggling undead to support her, only countless demons of various kinds.

"Powerful woman! I want your head for..."

"Dirty devil, you're looking for death!"

However, when she was fighting hard.

Unlike the scene of blood, bones and killing, an adult and a child were busy searching their pockets.

"Mom, did you find it?"

"No, Christina, bear with it a little longer!"

"But it's really itchy."

Christina had a bitter face as she watched two hands groping in her treasure bag and felt her belly being touched from time to time.

In the cuteness, what is revealed is...

"found it!"

"Mom, what do you want to do?!"

Placing her daughter on her head, Jaina put on the two matching rings she had just found.

With a little effort, she put them on the ring fingers of her left and right hands respectively.

With a wave of the hand, the floating collection of middle school quotations automatically turned to a certain page.

"Baby, are you ready?"

Seeing the two familiar wedding rings, Christina pretended to be confused and asked, "Preparing for what?"

"It's okay, just look at what your mother is doing!"

"Ke Xiaona: What can I do? I'm 0.1% sure.

Even if you try your best, you can't kill even one demon. 』

Putting the wedding rings together, Jaina smiled and said, "That year, I was also part of the light!"

"Light, what light?"

"Jaina Proudmoore, transform!"

At this moment, Sylvanas, who was chopping off the head of a hellhound with a knife, suddenly felt a pulling force.

"Mother and daughter armor, combine!"

In an instant, Sylvanas felt that her daughter Christina was right in front of her.

When he saw his daughter and glanced around the environment, his instinct took over and he sensed danger. His aura rose and the flash of his sword became even stronger.

"Daughter of the Sea, Arm Yourself!"

With a loud bang, a dazzling white light appeared on the battlefield, causing both Arthas and Archimonde to tremble.

Oh no, that position is Sylvanas!

No, how could the hypocritical Holy Light help a treacherous villain like Arthas? !

"This is me... I am Jaina Proudmoore!"

The light dissipated, and a blonde lady in white pajamas appeared gorgeously on the battlefield in mid-air.

"Oh no, it's His Majesty Proudmoore!"

Feeling anxious, Falric and Marwyn widened their eyes.

The two of them quickly shook off the demons around them, and immediately rode their horses to provide support with the remaining troops.

"A human guru in pajamas..."

"That's hilarious, kill her!"

A demon flapped its wings and flew high, wielding a knife and rushing towards the floating Jaina in the air.

But she asked herself calmly, "Oh, am I really divided into two parts?"

"Yes, my other self, now let us..."

"No, it's just us!"

Relying on muscle memory, Jaina now aligned the wedding rings on her ring fingers.

At this moment, the violet arcane light enveloped Jaina, generously granting her power.

Even though it was given as a wedding ring, it’s also arcane, isn’t it?

Nearby, Christina looked at the blonde ranger Sylvanas standing next to her with her mouth open.

It was agreed that the mother and daughter's armor would merge, but in the end the mother ran away, leaving the daughter alone to face the newly appeared puzzled elf lady.

"Ginana: It's over. Where is my daughter who is that old?"

"Ke Xiaona: Mom, please come back and save me!

I almost cried. 』

"General Xi: Why is there a little human girl on the battlefield?"

"Now, we are one."

Jaina casually condensed a super lightning ball with a cold face.

She swung her hand and a big ball tornado was created around the demons who were trying to kill her.

With a crackling sound, in a short while, piles of demonic charcoal fell down accompanied by the wails of death.

Even though she was wearing pajamas, it did not affect her violent discharge without a trace of blood.

"Jaina (Lady Proudmoore), are you okay?"

Arthas, who had just arrived here, was worried and had special concerns.

It's fine. It should be fine.

At the same time, the Death Knights who had just arrived surrounded Jaina tightly, forming a circle to protect her.

After a familiar eye contact, Arthas picked up Frostmourne, dodged, and started hacking.

It turned out that Jaina had prepared a terrible backup plan for herself.

"It's okay, Falric, Marwyn, and everyone, follow me and start the counterattack!"

"As you command, Lord Proudmoore!"